There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She has no special ability to tell when something has gone wrong, when change is in the air. If she had, she might not have hundreds of fractures scoring her body. But she is completely oblivious. For now she is simply resting, lids at half mast, long white tail flicking against her haunches occasionally to whisk away insects. It isn’t until the call rings out through the trees, echoing across the land to call the women of the Jungle together, that she knows something significant has occurred.
The curiosity comes first. Though she had only met briefly with the woman, she easily recognizes that it is not Scorch’s voice. It sounds familiar however, so she responds swiftly. When she arrives in the small clearing, a number of other’s have already gathered. She recognizes Lagertha, recalling the voice as belonging to her. Rhy she also recognizes, but the remaining faces she cannot place names to, though a few she had glimpsed a time or two in passing.
It is immediately clear that Scorch is unwell. Her bare face is etched in pain, her head drooping low. She is somewhat unsure how to react in such a situation, though others seem to have no trouble. She had never been in a position of having to offer aid or comfort to the ailing. Though she is concerned for the fiery woman’s welfare, she is mildly relieved when Lagertha begins talking, explaining the situation.
When the woman puts her question to the sisters, asking if they would accept her as Khaleesi, Joscelin pauses only a moment before dipping her head in a nod. She doesn’t doubt this woman would be as competent a leader as Scorch had been, even if their styles might differ.
I would also be willing to escort her to the Falls, should it be necessary.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria